In the mysterious world of Harmony, there are places filled with unexplored marvels. But Rainshadow Island isn’t about to give up its secrets…

In the alien catacombs of Rainshadow, there are creatures whose compelling songs lure the unwary to their death. That’s why Rafe Coppersmith, hired to clear out the catacombs for exploration, needs a music talent. He’s knows the perfect one, but she probably doesn’t want anything do with him...

Ella Morgan had once fallen hard and fast for Rafe, but then he disappeared for months…and he’s not about to tell her why. Ella, too, has secrets that only her dust bunny knows. She’s not just a music talent, she’s a Siren: a paranormal singer capable of singing men to sleep—or to their deaths.

But once on Rainshadow, Rafe and Ella will learn that surrendering to passion doesn’t come without risks—and fighting fire with fire only adds to the flame…

“A pleasant pas de deux in which a liberated woman meets a dangerous hunk who lusts after both her curves and her cerebrum. Castle adroitly lets the sparks fly in this cozy escapist story.”—Publishers Weekly

“Perennial favorite Castle continues to dish up stories that are jam-packed with mysterious adventure and—of course—epic romantic thrills. In this series, Castle has also been giving readers heroines whose talents make them the stuff of legends. How the protagonists come to accept each other and their unusual abilities is what makes these futuristic tales such genuinely fun and compelling reads. No one does it better than Castle!”—RT Book

About the Author

Jayne Castle, the author of The Hot Zone, Deception Cove, The Lost Night, Canyons of Night, Midnight Crystal, Obsidian Prey, Dark Light, Silver Master, Ghost Hunter, After Glow, and After Dark, is a pseudonym for Jayne Ann Krentz, the author of more than fifty New York Times bestsellers. She writes contemporary romantic suspense novels under the Krentz name, as well as historical novels under the pseudonym Amanda Quick. She lives in Seattle.

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focused on the cage. You had to be careful working with glass. It was a unique substance in terms of para-physics because it possessed the properties of both a solid and a liquid. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I know what I’m doing. I broke a lot of Mom’s best crystal stemware when I first came into my talent.” The dust bunny stood on its hind paws and quivered. All four eyes were open very wide. “And just how did you know that I could help?” Ella asked softly. “What are you? Psychic?” The faint

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